Song: Seventeen - Healing

You pinned in Jimin's password and entered his dark empty apartment. He was the one who called you to come over yet he was stuck at work. What an invitation...

You dropped your bag and went straight to his fridge which you found it almost empty of anything edible. Rather than a few bottles of water, there was only a jar of face cream in there. Kind of, it broke your heart. Does he even eat properly?!

You drank some water and texted him about the situation of his fridge so he could buy some takeout for your both dinners.

‘ChimChim 💕: Okay jagi, I'll be there in an hour, sorry again. Chu~’

You smiled at his text before putting your phone away and lying on his sofa. Hungry and tired of the long day you had at work, your eyes fell closed and soon you'd been drifted off to sleep.

The first thing you sensed after waking up from your heavy sleep was the smell of food. Your stomach growled as a clue for you to chase down the smell in the kitchen.

There you found your boyfriend, wearing an apron with the sleeves of his light blue dress shirt rolled up, stirring the source of the delicious smell in a frying pan. You could swear that his back that was facing you was shining with a halo. There was something about guys who cook that attracted you so much. You almost fell in love with him all over again whenever he cooked.

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